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Get Down Tonight

Wednesday, September 29th, 2010

i’m so content, to stand in line
wait and see, pass the time
talk a streak, fall alseep, wake up late, whine and weep
i kiss the hand that slaps me senseless
i’m so accepting, so defenseless
i am far too Canadian
far too Canadian
i pick the bones, of what’s been done
lick them clean, with a cautious tongue

The Old Sod

Wednesday, July 7th, 2010

There’s a siren ringing loud
a call of distress
it’s winding through these streets
making all you people deaf
i think you’re hearing fine
just choosing to ignore
the house that wait outside your door
i think your keeping sane
by not keeping score
of the hounds that wait outside your door
this...